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Gradually, with his words echoing in her head, she found her lost arousal and ran her hand up and down his back. His smooth, muscular skin flexed as he lifted himself in and out of her. Sweat formed on his skin, and his particular smell caught her nose. Unchecked and ready, she came, bucking with the intensity as his thumb rubbed harder and harder.
“Argh!” she yelled out, and he gagged her cries with his mouth while he ejaculated into her.
***
Jason rolled off his wife. Her legs flopped down, and she lay perfectly still. Resting on his elbows, Jason gave Enrique a small nod, and the other man left.
Jason knew two facts about his wife: she didn’t like surprises and, once she accepted a situation, she was amazingly pliable. The first didn’t bother him as he liked the way she’d tensed up when she caught sight of Enrique—her sudden onset of embarrassed humiliation thrilled a man like Jason. Once she accepted their watcher wouldn’t be going, she had acquiesced and relaxed.
Some of the scenes he had in mind would depend on Gemma being able to cope with being watched, while others would need greater compliance from her, even blind obedience. Halfway through day one and his lovely wife had given him a very enjoyable sexual interlude.
“Say what’s on your mind?” He ran a finger down her arm until it reached the back of her hand. Once there, he drew patterns with the tip of his finger. She flinched slightly, but didn’t withdraw.
“Did you ask Enrique to be here?” She bit her lip.
“Yes. I want you to get used to Enrique and Maria being present when we have sex. It pleases me. You shouldn’t feel self-conscious or ashamed by what we do. They know my tastes and style. I have employed them
on previous cruises when I brought experienced subs with me.”
Gemma said nothing about his reference to his hedonistic days as a fledging millionaire.
“I know you struggle with exhibiting,” continued Jason. “Though why, I can’t understand. In Roman times, slaves and servants would typically stand by and watch their masters have sex. It should make you feel privileged. Our staff will wait until we finish and provide suitable aftercare for the both of us.” He held up the glass of water. “See?”
“Aftercare. You look after me, Sir.” Her voice wobbled.
He put his glass down and drew her into his arms. Seeing her unravel always unsettled him. The change in roles from vanilla husband to masterful Dominant had been more dramatic than usual, and her air of vulnerability gave him mixed feelings. Her apparent reliance on him, along with her need for assurances, kept his sadist side at bay, tempered and controlled. However, her need in her to seek his comfort and pacifying words empowered him.
“Babe, I meant physical. Baths, massages, manicures. I will always take care of your emotional aftercare. I would never abandon you if you couldn’t cope. I told you that when we first started as Dom and sub together. Don’t hide from me, Gem.” He bolstered her with a kiss.
“Last night. After. I didn’t know if you would be there for me. Maria was kind to me. I’m sorry. I’m not convinced…. I need considerable aftercare, and you didn’t…if I..... Jason, I can’t be what you want me to be over the next three weeks if you toss me away. Maria can’t replace you when my emotions are raw and frayed,” she whispered into his chest.
“I know, babe. Don’t be afraid of me. I couldn’t bear it if you were afraid to talk to me. I used you hard last night, but you were willing and so keen once you gave in. The look on your face told me when I came in your mouth. I had to control you, discipline you. Make you become the submissive I need you to be for me. Are you ready for me now? Ready to please me unconditionally?”
“Oh, yes. I’m willing. You have my submission fully now. I’m starting to enter into the spirit of our agreement. Please be patient with me. You are a demanding Master. Maria reminded me Doms are exacting. I will try hard not to sulk if you ask me to do something I don’t like. I suspect you’re going to push my limits again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, my darling. What kind of holiday would it be for me if I didn’t have any goals or challenges to achieve? I might as well go back to work!” He laughed, and she buried her face in his chest, opting to ignore his comment about goals and limits. “Now, slave, I believe I have an enema to observe,” he said with a wicked smile of anticipation.
“Oh. Yes, Master. You do.”
Gemma took a deep breath and surrendered to him with dutiful acceptance.
***
Maria waited for the first session in the spa. Slightly nervous, she fingered a bottle of lavender oil. Señor Lucas locked the door behind him and sauntered over to sit in an armchair. One of the many ubiquitous standard pieces of furnished chairs found throughout the yacht.
“Do you wish me to give the señora a massage first?” Maria asked as her señora went to kneel at Señor Lucas’s feet.
“No. Strip her. Wax her, and then I want to see her have her enema.” He spoke as if his wife was an object to entertain him, and in that moment, she was.
They went about the task with mutual stoicism, Señora Gemma mute, eyes cast down. Maria carefully removed her clothes, folded each item, and placed it on a stool. She slowly slipped off the señora’s knickers, a sensual play for the benefit of Señor Lucas. A strip show for his delectation.
She helped Señora Gemma to lie down on the massage table, drew the señora’s legs up, and spread her knees, exposing her genitalia. A trained beautician and masseur, Maria wasn’t embarrassed by her actions. Señora Gemma kept her eyes tightly shut. With a flick of her wrist, Maria waxed the señora, careful not to leave a scratch with her long, polished nails. She removed the tiny bristles not only from her perineum but also from her legs and underarms. Once she had wiped down and moisturised the shaved skin, Maria moved on to the enema.
Señor Lucas stood and came closer. The señora grimaced, and her features tightened as the tube entered her rectum. However, she was accepting and compliant, uncomplaining of the rising discomfort and bloating inside her belly caused by the enema. In the past, the señor had intercourse with subs receiving enemas or had them bent over his lap as they had been filled, spanking them hard at the same time.
“Hold her,” he ordered. “I don’t want her falling off the table.”
Señora Gemma opened her eyes wide with alarm, and her hands grasped the edge of the table.
